Haunted By A Highland Curse by Emilia Campbell

Author:Emilia Campbell
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2020-08-13T16:00:00+00:00

“So…where is my son-in-law?” Aileen asked later, as the three women were dining on tea and fresh biscuits.

The Webb women had spent the last hour discussing all manner of things to differing degrees of attention. Iris had taken the lead, as was her norm and right as a new mother. She spoke in a few dismissive sentences about the birth, told of her baby’s success in feeding, and her frustration at her husband for not yet having chosen a name for the child.

“You would think that he would have had enough time!” Iris had grumbled good-naturedly. She and her husband had been married for five years, and it was known but never spoken aloud by the family that they had been working towards a child ever since.

The topic brought Caoimhe’s heart back into turmoil and a fluttering to her belly.

Was she with child right now? Could she be carrying Niall’s bairn? Would God have blessed them so soon? Or would another night like that of Niall’s return have to happen again?

Caoimhe’s cheeks heated at the very idea, and she was growing sick with irritation over her own mixed-up feelings. Being in Niall’s arms had not been pleasant. So, why did she now ache to try and find time alone with him once more?

In holding her new nephew, Caoimhe had decided that the desire came from her maternal instincts and now sought a baby to complete the familial image she had always had in her mind.

That was the way of life that all little lasses were taught in their youth. You fell in love, you married, and then you had a baby. As you grew older, you learned that the first of those steps was optional, and the last was essential.

Caoimhe held the baby in his wools and felt the weight of his little body in her arms. She wanted this—a little one of her own.

Her mother’s question had her looking up from the way the baby stared at her, his perfect little lips sucking on air.

“Pardon?” she asked, having been lost in the way the little boy had freed one of his hands and was plucking at the edge of his swaddling.

“I asked where my son-in-law is.” Aileen said with a knowing smile. Her eyes read everything in Caoimhe’s distraction. “I want to thank him for sending his friend.”

“For what?”

Caoimhe hadn’t heard Niall speak a word about her family. She had been trying to find a moment with him alone to discuss her allowance as his wife and if she might be able to send some of it to her parents without offending him.

Her mother’s aches and pains were different from one day to the next, and there was never any telling when she would need more relief than they could afford. But since her husband preferred to dine alone in his study and had never requested her presence within it, she had not yet had the chance.

“A man came to the house yesterday,” Aileen said. Her words were slow, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

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